Tuesday, September 05, 2006
It would seem that the Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin, has been done in by a stingray. Those who argue that Westerners lack bravery need look no further. I must admit that I never quite saw the point of his show and his antics. Yes, if you handle these incredibly dangerous animals in just the right way, you will probably live. Still, it's all about the odds. The odds are just slightly against you each time you play this game. Repeat that for long enough and, odds are, there will come a time when you'll bite the dust. Repeated success in beating the odds tends to make you believe you always will as the Bayesian system inside your head starts to assess things. And then you become complacent, and you forget to be careful. And for what purpose? To show the world that it's easy?, that everybody should go out and play with poisonous animals? I'm reminded of Voltaire's dictum: once is philosophy, twice is perversion.
Still I believe he lived a good life in his crazy way and somehow made this a better world. Rest in peace Steve.
Posted by MeaninglessHotAir at 1:36 AM